dark side of the moon #10

and the moon comes crashing down...

Clipart by OpenClipart-Vectors at pixabay



dark side of the moon #10


i am thinking about the noise that lifted up
all the buildings like thrown lego bricks
still, like faraway dreams, i faintly
see strangers, walking, tripping,
calling names but i woke up on
what was once a street, dim
in the grey fog. faintly
i see a paramedic, the
man walking away
hey you can't
leave me like
fucking this!
he turns his face
he appears to be crying
perhaps there is too much
death and misery for one day
far too many awkward questions
a fine rain of grey ash is falling
just ash, flaky, dry, stinging lungs
to my right a dirty, naked mannequin
missing most of his hair and a
                                  mouth


25/06/2021
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The prompt at Poets And Storytellers United was "to burn". I think this comes close.

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A Perfect Circle - So Long And Thanks For All The Fish

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2022

a poem from 3 book titles

Asteroid 2020 LD, with an estimated diameter of 120 metres, passed within the moon's distance on June 5 but was not actually discovered until Jun 7 because the sun's glare masked its approach.

photo by KELLEPICS from pixabay



a poem from 3 book titles


             baby.
      one last good kiss
     these final minutes
     on this river of stones,
  of dancing waters, of golden
    light through the tall trees,
   this last planet we will meet,
amongst the willows, the songs
of birds, the wing beats of dragonflies,
   and the silence of regrets
                 before
                   we
                   go
burning in water drowning in flames
as the asteroid breaches the stratosphere.



written : 05/04/2011
revised : 13/07/2020
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This was a prompt from the 2011 edition of NaPoWriMo. The first prompt, in fact. It wanted us to "write a poem that incorporates the titles of three books you have in your house."

Going through the shelves, I randomly took out 3 books :
1. The Last Good Kiss by James Crumley
2. Burning In Water Drowing In Flames by Charles Bukowski
3. pay attention: a river of stones edited by Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020

Sense

This is just fiction. Thank goodness.

photo by Hebi B at pixabay



Sense


They were sitting on a bench in the park, under the shade of old trees, from the mid-afternoon sun, watching a glassy pond. Just two hours ago, they were total strangers in a cafe in another part of the city. He was a writer, trying to find some inspiration, minding his own business. She was there having a coffee, alone. He had noticed her earlier, because she seemed agitated. Then she started to undress. First her blouse, then her brassiere. Before more could be removed, he acted, wrapping his jacket over her.

“I really don’t know what happened back there”, she said, “I felt so hopeless”

“Yours is not the only bizarre happening this week. A man jumped off a bridge, shouting the end is near. A disabled guy held up a store. A surge of crazy stuff in the news”, he said.

“What are you afraid of?” she suddenly asked.

“The loss of my faculties”, he replied.

“I am afraid of fire. Dying by fire. I am really scared”, she volunteered. “I have told my boss I am staying with my sister down at Reno for a few days.”

“Ah, I am planning a road trip up north, away from this sin city for a while. Recharge, maybe.”
Then they hugged, promised to keep in touch, and left their separate ways.


It was almost night when the squat truck pulled into a carpark in the middle of town. The driver was instructed to park the truck at a particular spot, press a button on a little box and leave the town. Easiest big money in years, he thought. In the back of the truck was a big vending machine, securely fastened. In the vending machine was a crude but working nuclear bomb.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, he took out the metal box and put a greasy finger to the button.



01/05/2019
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313 words. Exactly. I would like to develop on the characters and the earlier events but that would mean exceeding the word limit. Maybe I will work on the expansion later. :)

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Pink Floyd - Two Suns in the Sunset

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2019

apocalypse

inflated egos and nuclear codes...

photo by MabelAmber at pixabay




apocalypse


in the time when the stars fell on us
and two suns shone in the morning
and after that perpectual dusk followed
and black rain fell, sticky, smelling of metal

in the time that locusts ruled the skies
in clouds larger than bomber squadrons
and the rats and snakes fled in fear
from their burrows
and the crows flapped tired wings
resigned to surrender

in the time that boils and sores
and skin peeled off like wet parchment
and scorched lungs hungered for air
and hair dropped off like dried weeds

i look for you
in the fallen ruins
screaming your name
crawling over rubble
on bleeding limbs
as smoke & flames rise

like burning offerings to the dead


29/01/2007
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Do we still remember this song then? - Pink Floyd, Two Suns in the Sunset

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018

Little Boy

"The world is a very different one now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life." 

-- John F. Kennedy

ink/pencil sketch by dsnake1

Little Boy

the day
it dropped off
the enola gay over a city
with a white flash instantly
frying 80,000 poor humans
the day
will be
etched in
coagulated
blood. we
have the
means to
extinct our species.
we live in fear of the
black mushroom cloud delivering
evil evil evil evil evil evil evil

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"A bright light filled the plane.We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud ... boiling up, mushrooming."
-- LTC Paul Tibbets

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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018